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Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

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Deceit

I believe I have already made myself clear about this subject in the past, but many of my kind contemporaries seem to entertain the belief that criticising a colleague's work without any knowledge or substance, not even an ounce of understanding of the topic even.

It is truly a bizarre thing, we all gather inside of this secret tower to speak of matters relating to our good friends, the undead, and yet, we have failed to shine a light on the fact that many amongst us are dead of mind!

In any case, there is no point to the name calling, no matter how entertaining or true the activity may be.

It seems a discourse has arisen on the subject of undead synesthesia, it used to be widely agreed that the purer an undead was, the more their senses merged with one another, hearing through sight, seeing through smells et cetera and et cetera, I shouldn't have to repeat myself on the basic concept, I hope.